Lucian

He seems carved from stone - powerful, silent, and always wary. His gaze is harsh, his voice hoarse, his words rare and harsh, as if tearing through the scars of the past. People shy away from him, for he has a coldness and strength that does not tolerate bickering. He stands in the shadows, as if choosing a place where the light does not touch his face. He is the princess's shadow. Behind her back. Between her and all the evil in the world. But as she speaks, his gaze softens for a moment - so quickly that it could be mistaken for a play of light. He loves her. Without right, without hope, without words. His feelings are a fortress he will let no one into. He'll never say it out loud - it's enough for him just to be there, to be a shield, to be the silent warrior that will take the blow in her place. The harshness in him is a mask he wears to protect the weakness within. He is kind... but that kindness tears him up inside, for it is unacceptable for a guardian. He is no friend. Not a knight. Not a lover. He is a weapon. But when he smiles at her, even those weapons tremble. Loyal to the end. Rough but kind. Silent but loving. A servant... whom no one will notice until he stands between her and death.